Page 121 of Fourth Point Of Contact

I was about to tell him I could dress myself, but the dark look in his eyes told me not to argue with him. I slowly raised my arms and held my breath as the fabric skimmed over the tips of my fingers. Just as it slid down my arms, he bent forward and captured my nipple in his mouth, sucking hard as he tightened the shirt around my wrists, making it impossible to move.

I gasped in a harsh breath as liquid heat pooled between my legs. Then his fingers were there, stroking me lightly as he continued to suck on my nipple.

“Patrick,” I moaned, sucking in a ragged breath.

It took all of five seconds of him sliding his fingers through my pussy before thumbing my clit for me to shudder in his arms. I was wound tight, way too fucking tight, and the feel of his fingers on me sent me over the edge.

“Fuck, look at that,” he murmured, laving his tongue over my other breast. “If I had known you’d come that quickly, I might have done that in the car.”

I shuddered in his arms and draped the wound t-shirt over his head, trapping him between my arms. “I think I’ll sleep well now.”

“That was the point, baby.” He pressed his lips to mine and grinned. “Be ready for tonight.”

Then he ducked out from under my arms and shut the door behind him, leaving me in desperate need of more.

27

PATRICK

Walkingout of that room was the hardest fucking thing I’d had to do. All I wanted was to bury my cock inside Piper and forget about everything else, but my mom was downstairs, and until she went to sleep, there was no fucking way I could do anything else with Piper.

I slid down the stairs on my ass again, refusing to take the time to jump on one foot. I was tired as hell of these crutches and couldn’t wait until my leg was healed. Then I’d really be able to fuck Piper the way I wanted. I paused mid-slide and shook my head. Piper wouldn’t be around when I was healed. She’d be back in New York. That was the plan, and I had to remember that.

“She’s lovely,” my mom beamed as I got to my feet and shoved the crutches under my arms. “Why did you let me push all those women at you when you already have someone who’s in love with you?”

I almost opened my mouth and told her Piper wasn’t in love with me, but that would ruin the whole point of this visit. “She lives in New York. I wasn’t sure if she would come back.”

“She doesn’t want to be anywhere else. I can tell.”

“She was still hungover from the flight,” I smiled. “I’m not sure she even knows what she wants right now.”

“Honey, that woman weathered a plane ride after her horrifying ordeal with you. Trust me, she’s in love with you.”

My chest warmed at the thought, but I quickly rubbed my palm against it, pushing the feeling away. I couldn’t afford to like the feeling of Piper falling for me. I didn’t want to get married. Hell, I didn’t even want a relationship. That shit was for people who wanted families and commitment. None of that was in the cards for me. I happened to like my life the way it was.

“You’re just like your father,” my mom laughed, “always denying what’s right in front of you.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Your father was the same way.” Her smile twinkled unlike any other time I’d seen her talk about Dad. She was always sad, but right now, she looked like a young woman in love. “When I first met him, he would deny left and right that he was interested in me. Boy, did I give that man a run for his money.”

I had never heard her say anything like this before. It was always about after they were married. “I thought he took you out on a date and that was it.”

“No,” she chuckled. “I hounded that man for months. If my parents had known how I was chasing him, they would have locked me in my room.”

“What happened?”

“It took me a few months. He would take other girls out and pretend he liked them, but I always caught him looking for me. Even in church, his eyes were on me.”

“Dad went to church?”

“Well, he had no choice back then. Of course, I think he only showed up because he wanted to see me. Every week, he would sit further and further away from me, but his eyes…they were always on me.”

“Maybe he was making sure you wouldn’t make an announcement in the middle of church,” I muttered.

“That’s what I thought at first, but those dates he went on became fewer and fewer.”

I shook my head. I couldn’t believe it. “You were a stalker.”

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